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[thewritingbranch]

Hi I wanted to know if there was a part 2 to 'Get away' with Luke because there's no link but it says part two so Idk and if there is can I have a link?? Thank you and I love your writing!

hey! this is actually one of the posts that tumblr took down. currently appealing it so fingers crossed it’ll be back soon :))

[thewritingbranch]

Fuck. Fight. Repeat. - L.H.

Alright, let’s do this. 

I know it’s been a while, but I’m gonna try and start writing more often. Feel free to let me know what you think and what you want to see! Inbox is always open :)

This isn't really based on much, just an idea I’ve had for a while

-Noelle

Word count: 1341

Warnings: drugs, alcohol and a few swear words

Summary: Y/N and Luke are exactly who they should be. Party crazed, in love with fame and each other. Their lives are a vicious cycle: Fuck. Fight. Repeat. But that’s the way it should be, right?

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My head was pounding. There were so many people in the room I could barely breathe. On my right, y/n’s doing a line. On my left, a sweaty body thuds onto the couch. Two seconds later, some groupie’s climbing on top of him. She’s never invited, but she always seems to find a way in. I’ve never seen her leave with the same guy twice. The music’s thudding and it’s about to make my head explode. That’s when it hits me - this is my band’s goddamn party and I don’t know half the people here. That’s the price you pay for fame I guess. I need some air, I can’t do this.

Just as I’m about to get off the couch, y/n snaps me out of my daze.

“Babe. Baby. Over here. Luke? Luke! Oh my god, would you just pay attention to me for once!”

Right. This is my party. I’m supposed to be into it. I have a gorgeous girl by my side and I can only seem to focus on anything but her.

“Sorry baby, too many people here. What were you saying?”

“I was gonna suggest we get out of here but I’m not sure I want to go anywhere with you if you’re just gonna be like that.”

“Like what princess?”

“Boring.”

Oh no she did not. She knows how much I hate it when she does that. I get up, just to fuck with her of course. I won’t actually leave, I just need to get a bill out of my wallet for um.. reasons. 

As if on cue, she gives me the most disappointed look in the world. I can only laugh - she’s so predictable. I milk it for a couple more seconds, turning away from her for dramatic effect. I finally grab my wallet, pull out the bill I need and lean over to kiss her. Just a quick pec, not some PDA overload. Not yet at least.

When I pull away, she’s caught on. I’m in party mode. I sit back down and take my time rolling the bill into a little tube. 

“Cut me a couple lines, won’t you princess?”

She flashes me a grin, she’s loving this. 

She’s a bit of a perfectionist, so I know she’ll take her time making sure the lines are even. I take the time to loosen up. Our parties go hard until the sun comes up, so I know I’ll be here a while. I pour myself my first shot of the night - I told myself I’d stay sober until 3am, but there’s no time like the present, right? Besides, 1:30 isn’t that far off from 3.

I glance over to y/n. She makes this scene so much more tolerable. The way her eyes look in the smoke-filled room makes her look so alive. It almost makes me forget how much I’d rather be at home. 

“Ready baby?” 

She snaps me out of my daze again. She’s got a little blow on her nose, but it only makes her look more enchanting - takes away from the illusion of perfection she tries so hard to maintain. I lean in to kiss her again, a little more intense this time. My hand gets tangled in her hair, and the other finds it’s way to the all too familiar crook of her neck. I almost forget I had lines waiting for me on the table - and who could blame me; she’s irresistible.

“Thank you, princess,” I say as I pull away. 

I lean over the table and make y/n’s hard work vanish. I never understood why she was always so persistent about having neat lines. It’ll be gone within the minute anyways. 

Now we wait. Just a few minutes until I’m who she wants me to be. My hand slips around her body and rests itself on her waist, and my head falls back into the couch. No matter how much she pushes me to be this party animal I have absolutely no desire to be, I can’t seem to walk away. Even when she screams, cries and tries to shove me out of the door, I stay. Without fail, we fuck the fight away in the morning and I go back to being wrapped around her finger. 

It’s kicking in now, little by little I feel the adrenaline rush begin. I down another shot and take in my surroundings one last time. Won’t be long until I’m a drugged up mess. I move my hand off y/n’s waist and take her hand instead. This couch is getting boring. The conversations are so mundane and repetitive. I want to party. 

I stand and pull her up with me. I keep her hand clutched tightly in mine and guide us to the bar. She gives me a few reassuring squeezes, she thinks it makes the pressure of appearances fade - ‘grounds me’ she says. I think it’s bullshit, nothing could ever take that away, but I guess it’s nice to know she’s there. 

We’ve reached the bar, and the crowd of drunks waiting patiently for their next fix surrounding it parts instantly for us. Perks of being one of the hosts I guess. We walk up to the bartender. I try to avoid eye contact with the crowd, I know everyone’s staring and I know y/n’s living for the attention. 

“Whiskey smash for me and a vodka soda for the lady please.” I didn’t even have to ask, we drink enough for me to know what she’s in the mood for. 

“How’d you know?” y/n’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts yet again. 

“Lucky guess princess”

She takes a seat and I follow suit. From there, we drink, we socialize, we smoke and we do a couple more lines. Okay fine maybe more than a couple. It all blurs together. Faces become one and I slowly become less and less aware of the words leaving my mouth. 

Just as she’s about to finish her 5th drink, I get up behind her and wrap my hands around y/n. I kiss the bottom of her neck and slowly make my way up to her ear. When I feel her earring hit my cheek, I bite her ear gently. 

I need her. Now.

“Ready to get out of here princess?” I whisper into her ear. I go back to kissing her neck while I wait for an answer.

She moans softly and tilts her neck to give me easier access.

“You done being boring baby?” 

That actually gets me to laugh a little.

“Come on let’s get out of here. I’m dying to see what’s under that little dress of yours. You know what seeing you in red does to me, princess. I’m almost certain you wore it just to tease me. I need you baby.”

That seems to do the trick. Suddenly, y/n’s on her feet and more eager to leave than I’ve ever seen her. She barely stops to say goodbye to the guys and her friends. I already know it's going to be a wild night. 

The drugs are fading, and I’m mentally preparing to begin the cycle.

Fuck. Fight. Repeat.

It’s the same every damn time, but I can’t resist. She has a hold on me, and she knows it. 

Fuck. Fight. Repeat. 

As we walk outside into the blinding flash of the cameras, I know exactly where the night’s headed. 

Fuck. Fight. Repeat.

We get in the cab and head home. I can barely keep my hands off of her, she just looks so damn good. 

Fuck. Fight. Repeat. 

Leading her into the bedroom, I know what my fate is, and I love it.

Fuck. Fight. Repeat. 

I basically tear her dress off her body. I can’t contain myself much longer.

Fuck. Fight. Repeat. 

It’s always the same damn thing, but I can’t ever seem to get enough. I need my fix, and she needs hers. 

Fuck. Fight. Repeat.

And so the cycle begins. 

Fuck. Fight. Repeat.

No complaints here. 

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Again, let me know what you guys think! I’ll write a part 2 if you guys want it, I have so many ideas for where this could go. 

Masterlist is here if you wanted to read some more! I know some of the links don’t work and that’s because they’ve been taken down. I’m working on appealing them right now. 

[thewritingbranch]

Hey! Huge fan! Can you write an imagine based off of the song 'Caroline' by All Time Low. Can it be for Harry Styles? Thanks!

i love that song! i’ll put it on my list ❤️

[thewritingbranch]

Do you still write??

i actually haven’t been on this blog in ages. i felt very uninspired and unmotivated. but i think i’m gonna try and get back into it!

this quarantine and the new 5sos album has me super inspired. feel free to send in requests for what you want to see!

[thewritingbranch]

Trans people are not a disruption

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TRANS PEOPLE ARE NOT A BURDEN

[delicatelyserved]

This survey MUST reach as many British members of the LGBTQA+ community as possible.

[carrot-gallery]

This blog stands with the trans community against Donald Trump's transgender military ban

[traitspourtraits]

[fuwaprince]

I made a gif for pride month! 

[marisatomay]

Anyway mother’s day is coming up and if ur mom isn’t super duper I’m ur mother now I’ll see u all at brunch

[incorrectgreekquotes]

thats right losers. im ur mum now.

[thewritingbranch]

Kinda Complicated | M.C.

Guess who’s back, back again? Noelle’s back, tell a friend.

Okay yeah, I’m sorry for that. But I’m back! I have like 7 drafts just waiting to be posted. By the way, I’m still looking for a co-writer, so if you’re interested, message this blog. Also, send in your requests! I’ll go now and let you guys read this.

Requested: nope. I just liked this concept

Summary: based off of the song by Scott Helman. If you haven’t heard it, you can listen to it here. This also may or may not be based on an adventure I had with my best friend.

Warnings: some swearing and mentions of drinking

By the way, for any of you who aren’t Canadian, American or Puerto Rican, Pet Smart is a pet supply store. I believe it is called Pet Supermarket in Europe.

Also, there is mention of drinking at the end. Drink responsibly kiddos and please don’t drink if you’re underage.

Last little announcement, I promise. I’m Canadian. I spell certain words with a ‘u’ (p.ex.: favourite). Please don’t get mad in my inbox if you spell it differently. 

“You are crazy! You can’t climb that, you’ll get us kicked out!” y/n said

“I am not crazy! Also, challenge accepted” Michael answered

“Michael I don’t care how hard you try, you are not Barney Stinson or Neil Patrick Harris.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I am! I am Barney Stinson IN THE FLESH y/n. And just because you said that I will climb this Pet Smart aisle and get us kicked out. And just to make matters worse for you I will do it all while singing Fergalicious by Fergie.”

“Okay firstly, you aren’t Barney Stinson, you can't get laid for shit and you sure as hell can’t pull off a perfect week. Secondly, do I get to sing Fergalicious with you?”

“How dare you! I was gonna let you be my backup singer but then you said that. You only get to sing Fergalicious if you climb this shelf with me.”

“Oh fine. I will use my non-existent upper body strength to climb this shelf with you. But only because I want to sing Fergalicious.”

“Fergalicious is the best bait. We begin the climb on three, okay?”

“Okay.”

“One-.”

“Wait!”

“What?”

“On three or after three?”

“On three! I just said that!”

“Fuck off.”

“Aww, I love you too.”

“Onetwothreego”

Y/n started climbing before she even hit two, leaving a pissed off Michael on the ground of the Pet Smart.Y/n began to sing Fergalicious right after the word ‘go’ was uttered, forcing Michael to be her backup singer rather than Fergie herself (bless her soul).

“Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco. They want my treasure so they get their pleasure from my photo. You could see me, you can’t squeeze me. I ain’t easy, I ain’t sleazy.” y/n, who was already half way up the shelf, sung.

On the ground, Michael just rolled his eyes. Y/n got to the top of the shelf and threw down a dog bed to hit Michael in the face while yelling:

“Suck my dick, bitch”

“Rotostatic” He yelled back. It was their warning word.

The word they yelled to warn the other of nearby authority figures. They had used it since freshman year of high school. It was the name of the local carpet cleaner’s shop. His truck had passed them while they were climbing their school roof in the 9th grade. That word had helped them avoid expulsion so many times. That word was engraved on the inside of the gold heart shaped necklace Michael had gotten y/n the year they both turned 16. Many people would argue that engraving ‘rotostatic’ on a necklace ruins it but y/n loved it. The necklace is still being worn daily a year later.

As soon as the word left Michael’s mouth, y/n climbed down two shelves and jumped the remaining 4. Michael began pretending to look interested in the dog bed that had been thrown at him and y/n was doing the same, but with that bed's competitor. 

Whenever this type of thing happened, they pretended to be a couple debating two competing products. They had done this with creams, ribbon, protein powders, eggs (that was their favourite story to tell. How they got away with smashing eggs on each other's heads in public), condoms, tampons, and now dog beds. They both thought it was pretty amazing.  

An employee came to the aisle they were in and asked if everything was okay.

“Everything is perfect. The only problem is my wife and I seem to be disagreeing on which dog bed is better. What’s your opinion?” Michael answered. The employee let out a sigh and explained that the dog bed y/n was holding was of a better quality. 

They thanked her and she walked away. She mumbled to her co-worker:

“I think they got a disease or something.” Her co-worker nodded along. Neither of them tried to make it subtle.

“Disease huh? Last time I checked, I only had you and you only had me.” Michael whispered to y/n

“Fuck ‘em. Also since when did we agree to bump me up from girlfriend to wife?” y/n answered as they made their way out of the store, both of them subtly flipping off the employees and hoping they would notice.

“Why are you complaining?” he shot back. He wrapped his hand around her shoulders and they made their way to their ride.

“Hey, Mike you remember that one time we went to PetSmart?” 

“How could I forget? After all, we are banned now” He answered y/n’s question with a chuckle 

That was nearly a year ago. Nowadays, Michael and y/n rarely ever have time to have crazy adventures like that one, but when they do, you sure as hell can bet they’ll do the stupidest thing you can imagine. 

The only downside to that is that Michael is now famous, so everyone is on the lookout for his face. It makes doing borderline illegal things way more difficult.

“I miss that,” they both said at the same time. Once they realized what had happened, they were both laughing their asses off. They always thought they had some kind of telepathy and moments like those just confirmed their theory.

“Anyways, I got this tweet and it’s a link to the urban dictionary. Someone put our friendship on the site.” y/n said after they had both calmed down

“Damn that’s amazing! What does it say?” he answered

“A friendship where some days you shine and some days you rust. Reminiscent of y/n y/l/n and Michael Clifford’s friendship” y/n read off of her phone 

“Is it just me or do I feel like they left out a meaning?” 

“See I asked the person who tweeted this out that and they said they ‘couldn't find a word for our kind of insane’ I find that to be quite stupid, to be honest” 

“I agree.”

“With me or with the tweet”

“That’s up to you to figure out”

“Goddamit Michael”

“Aw I love you”

“I love you too you sick asshole. Wanna go do something borderline illegal?”

“Y/n you know I can’t do that. There’s gonna be paparazzi, we’ll get caught,” he said sympathetically 

“Fine. Wanna get drunk while listening to Green Day?” she sighed

“Sure. What song do we begin with?” he answered

“The usual,” she winked 

Part 2?

Masterlist

[thewritingbranch]

Hello! I've just read pusher and I was hoping you could make a part two for it. Thanks!

It’s coming soon! I’m posting something tonight and a part two to pusher soon!

-Noelle

[astrodickology]

I love hearing about the vibes I give off cause I honestly have no idea

[astrodickology]

Anonymously message me what vibes I give off and why you think that

[tothemoonandthebacx]

MAGNUM’S NEW COMMERCIAL VIDEO. I AM CRYING SO ARE YOU

[counterpunches]

#so wonderfully unnecessary for an ice cream commercial #i LOVE IT

[ymirsbian-deactivated-deactivat]

#well if it’s gonna be extra might as well make it gay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[yotoob]

Petition for all future adverts to be as excessively homosexual as all previous adverts have been excessively heterosexual

[direvampire]

@thefingerfuckingfemalefury

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

:D

THIS IS THE KIND OF COMMERCIAL I WANNA SEE <3

[petterwass]

Between this and the Björn Borg one, I for one welcome our new gay commercial overlords

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

MORE OF THIS :D

[petterwass]

Just in case someone haven’t seen the other commercial I mentioned yet (because it is really cute and worth seeing)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmPPFjKNyr8

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Thank you for the link hon! :D

[warmsuggestion001]

I hope u end up ok

[thewritingbranch]

Requests

Okay so I know Maya had a lot of requests on here. And I know she didn't do some of them before she left. So, if you requested something and Maya answered it and you still want it to be written, send in your request and I'll write it asap. Still looking for a co writer by the way. Just message the blog and I'll give you specifics.